The young man who dove to his death So the lifeboat stays buoyant and stable: His twisted code Does not fade like his nephews’ gold hair. The hero blood Does not die out when they do. Against evolutio...

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Those people who had nothing but, say, a hunting tool and a lot of ice had poetry, plenty of it, poems and songs for the sake of the life in them. —Marie Ponsot x Begging to differ, we have not An ou...

He cannot see too far and is not strong/To wait in blinded wonderment too long.

Suffer a numbness to thaw

her button eyes blinking/ ... she must centrifuge truth

Those who died were left behind; what mercy lives in water? What is devoured in darkness?

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In conversation with an Italian sonnet reworked by Sir Thomas Wyatt

“A book is finished and appears and I feel, Well, next time I will unveil myself. And when the next book appears, I have the same feeling. And then your life ends, and that's it.”

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We owe Shangyang Fang a debt for bringing the delicacy, obliqueness, and sheer tremulous beauty of these Chinese poems to English-speaking readers.

"Try deep breathing. Try, yes, sunlight. Try petting a cat. Try prayer. Try poetry." Rachel Linton closes out the week with her two poems, "Classifieds" and "Failed Recipes."

One must translate the work, not the words on the page. They are not the same.

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